I saw this thing yesterday about how some company from Manitoba, (I think? It was one of the unpopular provinces like Calgary or Manitoba or whatever, I forget which because in my head they are all just one big lump) recalled a bunch of hot dog weiners because they were tainted with some bacteria or something. I ate a cheap hotdog earlier that day from a street hotdog vendor and actually was somewhat ill afterwards, and today my neck is a bit stiff. That's one of the symptoms of this bacteria, but my neck is usually pretty stiff, so it's hard to tell if I'm just tired or about to die.
Anyway, I just thought that in case I was going to die it'd be good to fill this last entry with some eerily prophetic words to haunt everyone later, but actually instead I have decided to write out what I want on my tombstone. So if I am dead and you read this and are in charge of my tombstone, please make it say "I got killed by a HOTDOG? - Andrew" okay?
Note: If I die from anything other than a hotdog, I'd like my tombstone to stick with my previous planned message: "I am only sorry that I got caught"
3:40 p.m. - 2001-08-10